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Slauson One thing I promise I'm going to keep on ballin Bitch all in her feelings wishing me bad karma Drop my yellow bone and came back with a tropic 500 horses when we park on slauson I can't understand how you act all salty She said I can't understand how you act all cocky I can't meet you at Delilah's I can't meet you at Papi's I like my bitches bossed up and my dick sucked sloppy Italian silk from Versace Opens went up at Wallies I made my first million dollars I ain't change my persona Yeah we came up retarded Dickie shorts and Impalas Yellow tape them apartments Gang enhancement them charges Can't forget how I started My success was symbolic My finesse was iconic How I glowed up out the darkness She said I can't understand how you act all cocky I can't understand how you act all salty One thing I promise I'm gone keep on ballin Bitch all in her feelings wishing me bad karma Drop my yellow bone and came back with a tropic 500 horses when we park on Slauson I can't understand how you act all salty She said I can't understand how you act all cocky I can't meet you at Delilah's Can't meet you at Papi's I like my bitches bossed up and my dick sucked sloppy I like lil baby how she hold it down she play that shit cool You ain't gon bring at least a hundred thou don't fuck up my mood Pull up and spray you wit a hundred rounds what the fuck you gon do? Say you ain't tryna get the money now, when the fuck you gone do it? I need me a bank Couple bad bitches Bussing up Ben Franklins I ain't give da shit to none of my Niggas we hide da real estate or on my lawyer On the set on the block with it on The hood on the day up there It be hard to talk to God Pray my nigga good when he go up there Ain't no love for the weak You ain't thuggin like me I got money on me I'm a selfish individual But I ain't gone eat, if my brother don't eat I'm a nigga that lost alot but I ain't gone sleep till I'm up on my feet Ask that lil shawty I'm programmed That shit be irritating I ain't no nigga that liked to post no memes I'm gone handle business baby Gotta envision they handed us Nothing Look at what niggas made it But I'm standing up can't be penetrated Real nigga One thing I promise I'm gone keep on ballin Bitch all in her feelings wishing me bad karma Drop my yellow bone and came back with a tropic 500 horses when we park on slauson I can't understand how you act all salty She said I can't understand how you act all cocky I can't meet you at Delilah's Can't meet you at Papi's I like my bitches bossed up and my dick sucked sloppy Aye, listen man If you see a nigga named Nip Hussle Talking some love shit on Facebook– Some, if you break a girl heart You should open your heart back up And feel better for her shit– That is not me I'm not saying nothing like that on Facebook On Instagram, on Twitter I'm promoting albums and concerts and clothes and brands That's it